Some covered my mouth. I couldn't breathe. They let me go and Isucked in air as another cock was thrust down my throat. More slaps tothe face and b...dy.The sweet and sour assault on my cunt was intensifying and my pussy wasso filled I had no choice. I wanted to fight it, to take back somemeasure of myself and my dignity but I couldn't. I felt the waves and Iswooned and then the telling drips began as my milk began its sweetrelease."She's fucking cumming!" shouted one. I felt a hand grab a. There was a huge drawer-like box under the mattress, for additional storage, that could be pulled out into the walking space within the sleeper.Fascinated, the young girl examined all the features of the shiny, well-maintained sleeper unit. Unlike many truckers, Earl and I were neatniks. We kept this truck -- all of it, even the sleeper -- in tip-top shape at all times. It was not grungy. The sheets on the mattress were clean. The refrigerator was clean and well-stocked. The storage unit under. A lot. My obsession with women later became a desire to wear women clothing. One day, three months after my 18th birthday, I could not hold back any longer, and I put on the the most accessible lingerie I could find - that of my mother.Since then, I frequently visited my mom's wardrobe whenever she was out. I would wear her clothes, and it would make me feel sexy. I would pretend I am a woman, and take sexy pictures of myself. I realized how much I liked this, and this led to me realizing my. I gobbled it down, tasting my creamy cum on his shaft, and felt Andy split me wide open as he went deep. I screamed again and Andy started slowly but then picked his pace up to a fury, beating my little pussy up until I came again. As excited as he was he did not last much longer and suddenly he erupted, and I could feel his cock pulsing stream after stream of young semen deep inside me. I was jerking Damien’s big dick furiously and he couldn’t last much longer either, and yelled,“Mrs. Martin!”.